New:
While others live their dreams, i survive my nightmares
Life is the sum of the memories of yesterday, smiles of today, and breath-away's of tomorrow
Older one:
Even if our body was made of steel, our minds made of gold, our heart would still be made of glass , glass which can only be shaped by the fire in your kiss, the water in your tears and the touch of your soul as it embraces mine ...
P.S. for a.
This week's crappy poem
In the sunset i will fade
My violent end which scars the sky
Made my silent getaway
Rapture in the form of lies
Hide behind two broken masks
I am shattered, lost my face
Wandering through the things i've lost
As my heartbeats breathe in waste
Memories I've come to see
Moments since I took first breath
Fading as they're piercing me
Draining all that i have left
Upon my final resting place
One last thing before I'm gone
One last breath to see your face,
On which the sunrise shines upon
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habar nu am sincer despre ce e e random si fara sens ...
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